Every Offense Is Not A Hate At

Where I Could Not Be Honest, I Never Yet Was Valiant.

That Which In Mean Men We Entitle Patience Is Pale Cold Cowardice In Noble Breasts.

Vaulting Ambition, Which O'erleaps Itself And Falls On The Other Side

Here's That Which Is Too Weak To Be A Sinner, Honest Water, Which Ne'er Left Man I' The Mire.

No Man Means Evil But The Devil, And We Shall Know Him By His Horns.